Remy and Linguini

Today, I decided to put Troy on my shoulders for the first time. I wasn't sure if he'd like it or how well he'd stay on there, but it was something new for him to discover. He immediately grabbed my hair like Remy and Linguini from the movie Ratatouille and started trying to "steer" me where he wanted to go. I swear that boy has no fear. It didn't matter that he was now six feet off the floor. He trusted that I'd keep him safe, so he embraced this new adventure with excitement.